Hey, I'll be NaNoWriMo'ing it starting tomorrow, so the story volume will be down significantly during November. Hope you enjoy this.

She was twisting her hair intently into a braided chignon while he watched. She noticed he was doing this, and said, "Something wrong, Mr. Careles?"

"Not at all, Dr. Santino. I was just noticing that you have added yet another hairstyle to your already-extensive library."

"Wow, you are much more observant than most men, Nico."

"Well, it has been my job for a long time."

"Tracking women's hairstyles?"

He looked at her reproachfully. "No, Doctor. But one of my jobs was to have an up-to-date photo of each employee and make a note of any changes in appearance."

"Why on earth would you need that?"

Well, there are a lot of reasons, but one of them is for exclusionary purposes. Remember when TK had a stalker? I had security watching him, and not all of them knew you, so I provided an up-to-date picture or description so that if you showed up, they wouldn't interfere."

"Oh, and my hairstyle kept changing..."

"Yes. At least two dozen times, if I recall correctly."

"So you had two dozen photos of my different hairstyles?"

"Yes, although the way you put it, it sounds odd."

"Trust me, it is odd."

"So can I see them?"

"They aren't all on my phone anymore."

"You didn't keep them?" She sounded disappointed and a little hurt.

"No, I archived them, like I did with everything I did for the Hawks. I only kept a few of the most frequent ones in case I needed to email one in a hurry."

"Can I see those?"

"Sure." He pulled out his phone and opened up a folder called "Santino - Photos."

"Ooh. Gimme!" She grabbed the phone from him.

"Hmm. A lot of these pictures look alike. Wavy, straight, center part, side part..."

"No, your hair color changes."

"Oh, of course."

She studied the folder more. "Some of these pictures have been viewed a lot more than others."

He looked uncomfortable. "Yes. I had occasion to view some more than others."

She looked at him cynically. "Really? How enlightening."

He shrugged.

"Fine. I'll figure it out myself. This picture was taken the day that I took TK back to rehab. I'm assuming you had to provide an updated photo to the facility. I don't see why other than that."

He looked at her with a slight reproach in his expression.

"Oh. That was the night that Marshall died." She looked at him, understanding dawning on her face. "And this one? This is when the Hawks made it to the playoffs."

"Yes. It was..."

"The last time we saw each other."

He looked thoughtful. "Ever, as far as I was concerned."

"Awww, honey. That is so sad and romantic. Our first kiss and the last time we saw each other." She gave him a huge hug. "Wow, now I feel bad I didn't take as careful note of your appearance."

"You didn't notice my clothes? I'm shocked I tell you, shocked."

"I didn't say that, Dapper Dan. I actually got pretty good at color-coding you."

"Oh really?"

"When you wore black, you were feeling comfortable, which meant closed off. When you wore blue or grey, you were a little outside of your comfort zone emotionally about something or were emotionally open. And when you wore purple..."

He looked at her, absolutely stunned that he had revealed so much about himself without knowing it. "Yes?"

"You were really worried or stressed about something related to your personal life or emotional code."

He didn't say anything.

"Also, Nico, I estimate that you have approximately 25 tailored suits."

He looked smug. "Not even close, Dani."

"Very well. Sooner or later, I'll get into that closet of yours, Nico, and do a count. If I can count that high."

"You really are something, Dr. Santino."

"You too, Mr. Careles."